𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙵𝙵

𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚘, ‟ 𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜. ”

[kartierkarter]

imessage | caleb

CALEB: trust me, it's not as fun when u're the topic of it

CALEB: dumb bitch... cyclops... what else u got for me ??

CALEB: and dw, i've been icing it

CALEB: glad to know u care kar !

KARTER: it really isn't, but it happens to the best of us

KARTER: i am open to suggestions if you can top cyclops

KARTER: underneath all my bullshit and sarcasm i care!!

[kartierkarter]

imessage | caleb

CALEB: ok, lil miss curious

CALEB: what happened was i said some things that came to bite me back in the ass

CALEB: i blame the alcohol 😤

CALEB: i did, ty for your concern

KARTER: what can i say? i love gossip

KARTER: you're really on your dumb bitch shit these days aren't you?

KARTER: good. try to ice it when you can

KARTER: in the mean time, i'm gonna call you cyclops

[kartierkarter]

rafaelfms​:

             their  dynamic  was  confusing  at  best,  one  day  at  each  others  throats,  the  next  best  friends;  it  was  to  the  point  even  he  didn’t  understand  it.  so  when  the  other  came  chasing  him  down,  concerned  for  the  lack  of  arrogance  oozing  out  of  him  it  caused  nothing  but  a  quirked  brow.  “  did  you  not  hear  ?  left  someone  with  a  black-eye.  ”  shoulders  jetted  upward  as  he  rose  his  dominant  hand,  showing  the  slightly  toned  bruise  that  formed  around  his  knuckles.  “  which  obviously  has  left  A  LOT  of  people  out  to  ruin  my  day.  ”

             in hindsight, she didn’t expect him to let anyone ruin his days, but now that she’s been proven wrong, karter’s a bit concerned. it was off putting not seeing him in his usual carefree attitude and cocky smirk. news at beaumont traveled quickly, she caught wind of a fight breaking out at the party and didn’t think much of it until she was informed who it was. ‘ oh, i heard. honestly thought you were pissed about something else. ’ her gaze lowered to see brushed knuckles and she could gather that caleb looked like fucking shit. ‘ that’s what you fucking get for punching someone in the frat. ’ taking his hand to inspect the injury, nose crinkled disapprovingly, ‘ not here to ruin your day, just wanted to make sure you were good. ’

[kartierkarter]

anyapearsons​:

––––––––––IT WAS A cheap cop out, that’s how she took it at least.        ‘ yeah, right, okay. let’s go with that. ’          she’s clearly skeptical, makes no effort to hide the skepticism either. but she doesn’t think that much of it, takes it much more as a challenge to gain her trust. she holds her tongue to say something snarky, merely nodding at the girl, a smile on her lips.      ‘ that explains why the floors are so damn sticky. ’      she grins, eyes going from her to the boys, watching them chug and spill over themselves. moments like this made her realize just how long it had been since she had been to a frat party.          ‘ it’s kinda funny that they play the same exact game at every party. figured they’d get bored of it and try something new. ’

                karter could not find it within herself to care at this instance. the nicotine withdrawal, slight bought of sleep deprivation to complete whatever assignment that was due was all indicative her biting attitude. ‘ yes and no. the floors are always sticky, with or without my doing. sorta the reason i gave up wearing my heels. no way my red bottoms are touching this god forsaken floor. ’ a defeated huff passes her lips and although she preferred a pair of sneakers of heels most days, what was the point of owning them when the floors of the fraternities were either going to destroy the sole or have them smelling like month old beer. ‘ not much to do in my opinion so i guess it makes sense. ’

[kartierkarter]

imessage | caleb

CALEB: wth ... when and where did u even see me

CALEB: i'm surprised u didn't hear who

CALEB: why don't u take a wild guess ??

KARTER: people talk caleb of course i know who

KARTER: i wanna know the why

KARTER: did you ice that monstrosity on your face yet?

[kartierkarter]

imessage | caleb

KARTER: so

KARTER: you wanna tell me who decided to rocked your shit??

KARTER: 'cause you look like ass

[kartierkarter]

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 @rafaelfms​

            routine was karter walking around campus, minding her own business and seeing rafael in between passing classes, exchanging a few sarcastic remarks and talk about her pissy attitude. typically, he’d wear that arrogant smirk and poke fun at her, but this time around, the girl’s flagging him down wondering why he was the angry one. that just wasn’t right. ‘ okay, who pissed you off recently ?? is everything okay ?? because i’m usually the grumpy one and you’re this arrogant ray of sunshine. talk. ’

[kartierkarter]

cvendish​:

it  has  been  a  terrible ,  terrible  day .  the  kind  that  makes  him  wonder  just  what  sort  of  awful  thing  he  could  have  done  that  would  merit  this  kind  of  karma  because  he  is  not  prepared  to  believe  that  a  morning  spent  locked  inside  a  room  with  men  twice  his  age  who  have  the  super - human  ability  to  bore  anyone  to  death  was  all  due  to  never  calling  some  girl  the  next  morning  or  not  so  unintentionally  crashing  his  dad’s  favorite  mclaren .  the  dramatic  sigh  when  he  plops  down  is  possibly  more  dramatic  than  necessary ,  but  never  too  dramatic  for  balthazar  cavendish .  “i  think  i’m  going  to  need  about  five  drinks  to  bring  my  brain  cells  back  to  life . ”

             there’s an alcove somewhere in the student center that karter occupies, books and papers sprawled across the table, laptop situated atop the mess as she tried to get a hold of her life. not too many people knew of her study spot, so when the male plopped himself in front of her, a sudden twinge of irritation and anger flashed across the brunette’s features. of all people, of all the fucking people she knew on this campus, it had to be him. the muscles along her jaw clenched, her line of sight now focused on baz mentally preparing herself for whatever excuse he had to interact with her. ‘ you didn’t have any braincells to be begin with. ’

[kartierkarter]

anyapearsons​:

–––––––––––SHE’S NOT SURE why karter is pushing back on everything she says. it’s almost annoying, but she doesn’t say that quite yet.        ‘ why’s that ? have i ever give you a reason not to trust me ? ’         she doesn’t think she gives off that energy, often thinks she gives off the opposite. sure, she can come off as stuck up, but doesn’t realize she seems distrustful.        ‘ oh come on. that’s not what i meant, and you know it. just doesn’t make sense to my why you want sticky cheap beer with dirty balls. there are plenty of other games that you could play. but hey, you do you. ’      she could tell she was getting on her bad side, and that was never her intention.

                she’s defiant to many, many faults. the irony was she hails from a family that thrives on authority and power. ‘ i don’t think you should take it personally. my family are a bunch of lawyers and politicians. trusting people doesn’t come that easily to us. ’ sure, it sounded like a cheap cop out, but karter truly was being honest, she just lacked and knowledge on how to deliver her honesty in a sensitive manner. ‘ i know, i didn’t mean it to come out like that. that’s my bad. ’ there’s some amount of guilt that washes overs her, but alas, it was short lived. ‘ well, sometimes you just gotta make do with what you got and if you can’t, you pour out the beer when the boys aren’t looking. ’ never the biggest fan of the game at first for those exact same reasons, it wasn’t until it became a way for her to get to know other people outside of her sorority. 

[kartierkarter]

hqcaleb​:

“yeah? still doesn’t change the fact you got owned,” he continued to tease her, not letting her live that one down. his words were never mean-spirited, only intended to create banter between the two. karter was a great girl, and he definitely enjoyed her company; otherwise, he wouldn’t be here willingly playing multiple rounds of rage cage with her, now moving onto a game of beer pong. hazel eyes watched as she arranged the cups in a pyramid-like formation, glancing up when she asked him how things were. he chuckled lightly, responding, “no one you gotta be a bitch to. i’d say it’s been a fun night, nothing too crazy … yet.” now that he was a sophomore, he knew better — parties at beaumont were always eventful. “it’s the first event of the school year, it’s bound to get interesting,” he commented with a lazy smile, grabbing a nearby ping pong ball. “you’re having fun, too, right? anyone i gotta be a bitch to?” 

            ‘ whatever. you’re just pissy that you lost that badly the first round. overcompensating much ?? ’ her words never carried any malice while talking to caleb, even if it was over her competitiveness. of course she’d slip here and there when her patience wore thin, but altogether, karter has a soft spot for the boy. she found a friend in him amidst the chaotic greek lifestyle when they both started out. ‘ really ?? i have a hard time believing that. ’ she simply shrugs her shoulders and proceeds to fill the cups partially with beer, ready to start a drinking game that didn’t incite to much of her competitive nature. ‘ something’s bound to happen though. wouldn’t be beaumont if someone didn’t cause a scene at one of these parties. ’ it’s true, when all the greek houses were under one roof, something chaotic is sure to take place. ‘ i am don’t worry. no one that i can think of yet. i’ll let you know if that changes. ’

[cosmicvngel]

[kartierkarter]

eileys​:

“jameson? damn…” with widened eyes, she chuckled and gently shook her head. “kinda glad i didn’t taste that shit.” whiskey, or any black liquors for that matter, was never eiley’s favorite. she would always say they tasted like kerosine. “pssh, yeah, no, i’m fine,” she assured, waving her hands to brush off their worry. at karter’s second question, she looked off to the side to really think about just how inebriated she was. “i mean, i kinda… don’t know.” eiley pursed her lips and scrunched her nose a little, “i think i’m ready to coast for a while though, don’t worry. blacking out is not on the agenda tonight.” eiley was usually the one worrying about everyone else and the seven packets of liquid iv in her waist bag was a testament to that, so to have karter keeping her eye out for her made eiley feel safe. “how about you? have you been staying hydrated?”

                dark liquors were her favorite sort. a wright family preference that just stuck with her while at university. vodka and tequila, although fun, did nothing but fuel her impulsivity. she simply shakes her head to and fro, clearly amused and impressed they were still continuing with their drinking efforts. ‘ well, that’s sorta concerning, but i guess if you’re feeling well, i shouldn’t worry too much. ’ karter’s tolerance is rather high so she’s always open to match people because nine times out of ten, she’s able to handle herself and look out for her friends without relinquishing any sort of fun. ‘ yes, mom. i’m hydrated and came to this event with a stomach full of food. ’ it was endearing that she cared the way she did, but it was still a bit weird to be cared for when usually it’s the other way around. ‘ speaking of, let’s go get you some water. ’

[kartierkarter]

anyapearsons​:

––––––––––SHE WASN’T WRONG to be suspicious. after all, usually anya showed up with intentions of doing something else. always trying to flip something to her advantage, and yet, for once, she was here to get drunk and maybe hook up with someone. she laughed as karter called her princess, taking a swig of the tequila in the flask before tucking it away.      ‘ it is tonight. believe it. blacking out and hooking up someone, those are my only goals for the night. scout’s honor. ’    she said, almost in a teasing manner.     ‘ what, you don’t trust me ? ’      she asked, raising a brow at the girl.     ‘ a few rounds of pong ? please. there’s no way you’re sticking around to play that. ’

               there’s something distrusting about anya despite the girl giving her absolutely zero reasons to do so. karter can’t quite place it just yet, but she’s sure that her intuition was right on this one. with her inquisition, lips are pursed momentarily to mull over the question before answering all too blatantly, ‘ no, not really. ’ no reason to beat around the bush, right ?? head turned to face the other, brows knitted together, a quizzical expression bestowed upon her features. she didn’t understand why the thought of her playing a few rounds of drinking games was so... questionable. ‘ what, sigma girls are too good enough to play pong ?? is that it ?? c’mon anya, it’s a fun game. it’s like the right of passage for all college students to go through. ’

[cxh]

ZENDAYA The Hollywood Reporter

[kartierkarter]

anyapearsons​:

–––––––––––SHE HADN’T GONE enough to these college parties to know if she enjoyed them. while she had gone to a few, many of them her freshmen year. those weren’t too desirable and she had rarely come back. preferred other parties, other house parties, other situations than this. but she was looking to get drunk with people, this checked all the boxes.    ‘ it’s unfortunate. pretty sure half of those bottles are plastic. ’     she wasn’t trying to feel disgusted by that, but she was sure that even when she first started drinking, she never bought a plastic handle.    ‘ what, i can’t be here just to have fun ? isn’t that why you’re still here ? ’    she wasn’t wrong to doubt her and think she was here with other intentions. that was usually the case.

               truly a strange sight to see her at this party. much of her complaints were rather entertaining to the femme. karter swirls the remaining contents of her drink before knocking it back, nearly shuddering at the taste. maybe anya was right, that shit tasted like battery acid, but beggars can’t be choosers. ‘ alright, princess. i get it, you prefer drinking from glass. ’ she discards the plastic cup on the counter, interest in the game long forgotten. ‘ don’t get me wrong, you can be here just for fun, but it’s never usually the case is it ?? ’ through and through, karter’s always suspicious of the girl’s intentions and she wasn’t sure if that was her trust issues shining through or that the other was sus in general. ‘ aside from picking up my weed, i’m here to play a few rounds of pong and hangout with the boys. ’

[kartierkarter]

 honcygaze​:

       “ white claw huh ? “ she grins widely , “ i would love one of those , did you bring a whole bunch? “ kaia lets her crystal blue hues float over the other girl , entranced by all the lights. “ you’re a sigma , right ? “ she tilts her head , aware she is asking so many questions - but in true kaia form , she doesn’t bother stopping. nodding her head slowly as the other accepts her compliment , she reaches down to take her hand and she lifts it up in the air. “ of course . now spin , show us your moves. “ she jokes , evident by the soft laughs leaving her lips as she slowly drops her hand. “ so when did you get here ? come sit over here with me !” she notes , already walking in the direction of the couch which had just emptied. 

             ‘ ---nah. one of the boys brought a couple packs. they’re somewhere in the ice buckets. ’ karter’s surprised at the string of questions and cat-like curiosity she displays. her own laid back manner already seemed like a striking contrast to the girl’s bubbly personality. ‘ you got it right. i’m karter. ’ ever so formal meeting new people out of habit, she extends her hand to shake their’s but it seemed that she had a different idea, hand raised above her head, twirling on the balls of her feet to entertain the girl. is this how sigmas are perceived ?? although the truth wasn’t far off, she didn’t think anyone would be upfront about it. barely keeping up with this stranger, she follows behind her, plopping onto the couch, ‘ maybe half an hour. i wanted to get here a bit earlier, but you know how sigmas are. we had to get all the pictures before we’re all drunken messes. which sorority are you ?? ’

[kartierkarter]

hqcaleb​:

“alright, that’s fair,” he held his hands up in mock surrender. she made a good point about their size difference, his own physique an attribute he had to thank for his high alcohol tolerance. “but you can’t blame it on your size for why you did so bad that last round,” he teased her with a smug smile. “i’ll be honest with you, karter, i was quite impressed that first round, but your skills kinda just … y’know, went downhill, after that.” he was only messing with her, of course, but he could tell she was a competitive person so he knew his light-hearted remarks would only urge her to want to go another round. “hey, now. your words, not mine,” he flashed her a playful grin, clearly amused by their back-and-forth banter. 

               ‘ i was more sober the first round than i was any rounds after that. ’ rolling her eyes at him. very typical of caleb to bait her into another round knowing her competitive nature and like always, karter takes it, her lack of impulse control attributing to her egging him on for another round. the dynamics of their friendship had always been the two feeding off each other and while it did good when they were playing teams on pong, it was a brutal game of chicken when they were pitted against each other. ‘ your words not mine. ’ she mocked, resetting the cups for a round of beer pong instead. something that was a bit calmer than the previous game. ‘ aside from being ass to me, how’s everything going ?? anyone i gotta be a bitch to ?? ’